| Paranoia burns like an infection
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| but I can take the pain there’s no redemption.
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| When death keeps calling my name
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| I can’t resist this reckless attraction.
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| I’ve let myself collapse and now others carry the weight.
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| By the time I clear my mind, will it be too late
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| Consequences in the distance, lost in this instance.
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| Hiding in the flood.
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| Just place the blame on the chemicals running through my veins.
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| Hitting rock bottom just to escape the fallout.
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| Can’t trust my senses when I’m looking for a way out.
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| I can’t resist it, wish I could jump ship off this love/hate relationship.
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| Trying to run but I can’t hide,
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| I got a thousand reasons why but not enough to convince me otherwise.
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| The devil on my shoulder won’t tip me over.
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| Hell is on either side of me.
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| I’ve let myself collapse and now others carry the weight.
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| By the time I clear my mind, will it be too late
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| Consequences in the distance, lost in this instance.
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| Hiding in the flood.
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| Just place the blame on the chemicals running through my veins.
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| Hitting rock bottom just to escape the fallout.
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| Can’t trust my senses when I’m looking for a way out.
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| I wish I built up monuments as much as my tolerance.
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| Even though they’d crumble under the pressures of indulgence.
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| It’s the way that it goes, swaying with ebb and the flow.
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| I swear I’ll stop but then I just turn around to fill my cup full.
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| It’s overflowing.
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| Hiding in the flood.
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| Hiding in the flood.
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| Hiding in the flood.
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| Just place the blame on the chemicals running through my veins.
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| Hitting rock bottom just to escape the fallout.
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| Can’t trust my senses when I’m looking for a way out. |